Alone on the train (passing by)

Every Friday I sit in the same seat
Not because it’s convenient
But because we’ll sit face to face

The uniform you wear accentuates every curve you have to offer
But I’m too nervous to attempt to start up small talk

On those more stressful days
You loosen your hair
As it flows to your shoulders

I tend to imagine
If one day I’ll be the one to hold her

I stop myself from engaging in any contact
Because a woman that fine must have a man

But even if she doesn’t
The thought of her saying no makes me rearrange all my plans

I drive myself crazy pacing mentally on this train
You exit eventually and I don’t know your name